by Lexi Archer
"Oh my God," I gasped.
I thrust my hips up to meet his lips as they pressed against my lips. That felt so fucking wonderful! This was something I could never get Jake to do even though he was always more than happy to get a blow job. I whimpered and almost burst into tears at the overwhelming emotion of feeling this wonderful man's lips on my pussy, knowing that this stranger was willing to go to a place for me that my husband refused. And of course not a small amount of that feeling was from the sheer overwhelming sensation of feeling his head buried in between my legs.
I spread my legs to give him easier access as his tongue flicked out and ran along the length of my slit. He pulled back on my bikini bottoms with his teeth, and I could feel him sucking on them, drinking up the juices that I had been that he'd helped create through the night.
I pulled out my phone again and snapped another shot. I sent it to Jake without thinking, without looking at his responses from the earlier shot.
He looked up at the sound from my camera, his eyes locking with mine over my tits, his mouth still buried between my legs.
He lifted his mouth away and I cried out, running my hands through his hair and trying desperately to pull him back down. I needed to feel him against my pussy. I had a burning desire welling up from the depths of my very soul that I couldn’t believe. That I never would’ve believed before I just gave in to this fantasy. I wanted to clamp my legs around him, and shove his head down there. For the first time I was starting to understand why Jake did that irritating thing where he pressed on the top of my head while we were in the middle of making out. The need was so powerful.
"Can't rip your shirt, that would be too obvious. And this skirt is probably too strong to do that sort of thing. But this will do just nicely," he said.
I wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but God that voice. If it felt wonderful on my ears then that was nothing compared to the feeling of that rich baritone vibrating against my pussy as he sat there between my legs. This man didn't have to bother with his tongue. His deep voice could set off vibrations that would get me off if he sat between my legs and recited the Gettysburg address.
All that talk about ripping my shirt made more sense a moment later when his hands moved up, grabbed my bikini bottoms, and yanked. I heard a tear and felt the material of my swimsuit being ripped aside. Exposing my pussy to that wonderful mouth.
I didn't even care. It was a cheap suit I bought at some department store anyways, and I could take it back to give to Jake, give him a little souvenir of the night his wife finally gave in and gave him what he wanted.
Never mind that I was getting something I suddenly very much wanted too.
Besides, the repayment was quickly followed as his mouth descended on my pussy again and his glorious tongue pressing up inside me in a way that made me grip the couch in an attempt to hold onto sanity, to hold onto consciousness, to hold on for dear life. As though it was the only thing keeping me grounded in reality at that moment as new intense waves of pleasure coursed through my body, waves of pleasure that made my earlier orgasm seem like a firecracker in comparison.
And he was just getting started.
Now I'll admit my only basis of comparison was Jake, and he hadn't done this since we were in college. The only other time I experienced this was a fumbling and clumsy encounter with a boyfriend back in high school, and obviously that wasn't very great. But I can tell you the feeling of his mouth and tongue on my pussy was providing more intense pleasure than I'd ever felt before in my life, even with a cock inside me.
Alex's tongue teased around my outer pussy lips before diving in. Every few moments he paused to wrap his lips around my clit and swirl his tongue around it in a way that made me nearly lose consciousness.
Usually when I was on the edge of an orgasm it was exactly that, the edge, and I could go over at any moment. But with the way he was playing my body like my pussy was an instrument and he was a world-class master, there was no edge. There was just the intensity of his mouth on my body, the heat that radiated through me, the constant assault of delicious orgasmic bliss.
Only instead of fading away like it so often did when I was with Jake, or like earlier when he had those glorious fingers inside me, the intensity kept rising until I thought I couldn't take it even as I screamed to the heavens above and welcomed more into my body.
I briefly wondered if my husband had any idea what monster he’d created with his fantasy and then I was over the edge screaming and didn’t have room for thinking about Jake. Only Alex. His skilled mouth filled my world.
"Oh my God! Oh God! Oh Jesus Fuck!"
Oh my God. Was this what a multiple orgasm felt like? I'd never felt anything like it before in my life, but that was the only explanation I could think of.
And then all rational thought left my mind as I tossed my head back. My hair flopped against the couch in this surprisingly swanky hotel room as this strange, muscular guy in between my legs gave me the most intense sexual experience of my life. His tongue and mouth were a live wire connected directly to the pleasure centers of my brain. Blood pumped through my ears, my pussy pulsed in time with his tongue, and I heard an otherworldly noise from a distance that I was surprised to realize was my own voice screaming his name over and over as I ran my hands through his hair.
I never wanted this to end, this glorious feeling, but as wonderful as it felt there were other things I needed to try. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his curly dark hair and reluctantly pulled his head away. Disappointment warred with relief as his tongue of lost contact with my pussy. Disappointment because that was easily the most intense sexual experience of my life. Relief because that was easily the most intense sexual experience of my life, and if he didn't stop I was going to lose consciousness.
And I wanted very much to be conscious for every moment of this.
"God that was wonderful Alex, but I'm going to lose it if you keep going."
He obliged, pulling back and standing. I took a moment to enjoy the view as I basked in the intense afterglow of my orgasm. An afterglow that was almost as intense as every other orgasm I'd had in my life thanks to how wonderful and skilled he was. I drank in the sight of his chiseled body. Those muscles rippling under his shirt.
I couldn't help myself. I reached out and ran a hand along his pecs, and then down to his abs, luxuriating in the rock hard feel of them.
My eyes ran down his abs as my fingers traced the same path. I felt hardness in his pants and a fresh wave of lust coursing through my body. I had to feel that cock in my hands. I had to see it. I had to taste it. I had to make it my own.
My hands frantically worked at the button and zipper on his pants. I looked up, wondering if I was going to get any help in taking them off, but he stood there with those thick arms crossed and a half smile on his face as he looked down at me desperately trying to get into his pants. The bastard was enjoying every moment of this.
And I realized that I was enjoying that confident, cocky smile.
I tugged once, twice, and on the third try his pants fell. He finally deigned to help me and stepped out of his jeans. He wore boxers underneath, and his cock sprang out creating a tent in as soon as his jeans fell free. Wow, that thing look like it was sticking out almost as far as the length of my forearm, though that had to be a trick of the light or something. Surely it wasn't really that big. How would I fit it in my mouth?
I nearly did some ripping of my own as I grasped the waistband of his boxers and yanked down. His cock sprang free and I sank to my knees in front of him staring in amazement. The massive purple head, its veined length, my mouth and pussy watered in time with one another as I stared at it. I glanced up at him and he was still smiling down at me with those arms crossed and his shirt still on. Something about the way he stood there like that, still partially clothed, was so damned hot.
I had to have that thing.
A small part of me felt the burn of my wedding ring on my finger as my hand reached
out and wrapped around his cock. I was still a married woman. Jake was still waiting for me back at our hotel room, with no idea that his pretty little wife was on her knees in front of some muscular guy about to take a strange cock into her mouth.
But I could fix that. I grabbed my phone and handed it up to Alex who took it with a question written plainly on his face.
“Picture. Text it to the number that’s going to pop up with a bunch of messages about how hot this is,” I said.
I leaned forward and opened my mouth in a well practiced O shape that I knew Jake loved and that I hoped Alex would enjoy as well. I felt a little bit of insecurity even as I moved forward to take his cock into my mouth. Who knew how many women a hot guy like this had been with in his life? Would I even measure up to what he'd experienced?
I was determined to find out.
I wrapped my lips around his cock and I heard the electronic click from my phone that said a picture was just taken. I looked up to Alex as he smiled, chuckled, and tapped at my phone. God he was so hot!
“Someone is very excited,” Alex said. “But I think that’s it for the pictures tonight.”
I figured I’d have my fun blowing this stud, but he moved his hand down to my chin, and no matter how hard I tried to lean forward and take more of his cock, he kept that hand firmly in place. I pressed with all my might and it still wasn't enough to win against the sheer power of the muscles in just one of his arms.
Alex tilted my head up and I raised my eyebrows. What was going on? What kind of guy didn't want to have his dick sucked?
"Oh I know what you're thinking," he said. I close my eyes and sighed listening to his voice. Damn, it was still having this much of an effect on me even after all we'd done?
"But as much as I'd like to see those slutty married lips wrapped around my cock, I have other plans for you tonight Laura."
My eyes widened as the gravity of what he was saying hit home. Other plans. If he didn't want a blow job that could mean only one thing. I tried to take a step back, but ended up falling against the couch. In an instant his arms were wrapped around me again and he picked me up. Without thinking I wrapped my legs around his torso, but I jumped as I felt the head of his cock brush against my inner thigh.
Now that we were at the moment that nervousness was back. Fooling around with this guy was one thing, but actually fucking him was crossing a serious line.
I rested my head against his chest, part of me fearing what was surely about to happen as his cock continued to brush against my ass and come dangerously close to my pussy. Part of me was wetter with anticipation than I'd ever been before in my life as that monster threatened to find its goal.
I turned my head up and looked him in the eyes. He smiled down at me. The nervous part of my mind warred with the lust pulsing through my body. I was a good girl, but damn it I really wanted this!
He shifted my weight and carried me across the living room. I looked around, curious as to where we were going, and realized we were going down the hall. I heard intermittent moans and the squeak of bed springs rhythmically bouncing up and down coming from the door at the end of the hall where Kristi had disappeared. An uneasy fear wormed its way through me. Was he taking us to join Kristi and Ray? I mean it's not like it would be the first time that Kristi and I had been together in a compromising scenario like that, but those "compromising scenarios" always involved a lot more booze than what I’d had tonight.
My fears were unfounded though. I heard a rattle and click, and we were walking through a door in the side of the hallway. Alex let go and I fell onto a soft queen sized bed. We were in his room.
6: Hot Wife
I stood on my knees and scrambled forward, trying to grasp his cock and opening my mouth in the hopes that maybe he would go for that blow job.
He pointed to a nightstand next to the bed. "Look in there."
I looked up at him in confusion, but complied. When I opened the drawer to the nightstand I found myself staring at a box of condoms. I turned to look at him over my shoulder, butterflies rising in my stomach right along with a heat I couldn’t deny.
"Alex, I don’t know... I'm a married."
"That didn't matter before," he said with a laugh.
"But…"
"But nothing," Alex said in a commanding tone. "You want this, and you can’t deny it."
My hands closed around the box of condoms and I was pulling one out. He was right, damn him. The throbbing in my pussy and the desperate need to feel that cock inside me told me everything I needed to know. There was nothing wrong with me. I was a complete and total slut for this stud, and the small and insignificant fact that I was married wasn't going to get in the way of that.
It was time to take Jake’s fantasy to its forbidden conclusion.
Alex chuckled as I ripped a condom out of the foil wrapper and scooted forward. Only instead of trying to take his cock into my mouth, I placed the condom at the head of his dick and rolled it down. This condom was bigger than any I'd ever seen before, Jake definitely wasn't the kind to buy magnums unless it was a gag gift, but it felt like this one was barely big enough to contain Alex's rock hard dick. As I rolled the condom down I found myself wondering if I would even be able to fit him inside.
The bottom of the condom reached the base of his cock and then he reached down to my waist and tugged up. With a start I realized that my halter top was still around my waist. I lifted up my arms to give him better access, enjoying the feel of his muscular arms rubbing against my tits as he pulled up and the thin material popped over my head. He tossed them to the side and then pressed his hands against my shoulder, pushing me back on the bed. I reached down to undo the buttons on my skirt, but he stopped me.
"No, he said. Leave the skirt on,"
Alex reached up and finally pulled his shirt over his head revealing his muscled torso to me for the first time. My breath caught and my mouth opened in astonishment. He was more beautiful than I'd imagined. His chest was rock hard, and it looked like he had to spend hours in the gym every day. We're seriously talking model looks here. And those abs. The guy must be doing a couple hundred crunches every other hour to have them looking like that.
He climbed onto the bed, and then those powerful muscles were pressing against my body as he leaned down and his mouth enveloped mine. Our tongues danced as I pressed my skirt clad pussy against his condom encased cock. Just feeling that hardness rubbing against me was almost enough to give me another orgasm. He pulled away from the kiss and one of his hands ran along my cheek as he looked down in the dim light streaming in through his hotel room window.
"What do you want?" he asked.
I moaned and leaned into his hand as it caressed my cheek, sucking his thumb into my mouth and treating it like a miniature cock, tasting some of myself on his hand and getting even more turned on at the thought.
"You know what I want," I said.
"I want to hear you say it," he said.
I locked eyes with him. "I want you to fuck me."
Alex's cockhead pressed against my pussy and my outer lips parted as he pushed just the tip in. Sparks went off down below and I felt lightheaded. God that thing was huge. How was I going to fit it inside me?
"Say it again."
An inch of that cock pressed inside me and I pulled back slightly. The mixture of pleasure and pain was indescribable as my college stud continued to take me. Continued to fuck my married pussy.
"I need you to fuck me like a hot little slut," I said.
Another inch.
"I thought you were a good little housewife?"
Another inch. He pulled out slightly and then pushed back in just as far and I wanted to scream. It was excruciatingly wonderful.
"I'm not a good little wife," I said. "I'm a dirty cheating slut."
He leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue pressing into my mouth. His cock continued to push in, slowly to give me time to accommodate him. I was thankful that he'd spent so much time getting me
so worked up, because if I wasn't this wet I don't know how I would've been able to handle it.
He pulled away from the kiss as he continued pressing inside. That cocky smile returned to his face. "You're almost right."
"What do you mean?"
"You're my little married slut," he said.
There we go. My pussy clenched around his cock and I felt another orgasm break over my body at those words. Oh my God, who knew that this would be so fucking hot? Was it him? Was it the dirty talk? Or was it the fact that I was turning into a cheating little slut, admittedly with my husband’s permission, that had me so turned on? Or was it some combination of both?
When I came down from that small orgasm I realized that I could feel his pubic hair pressing against my pussy. I looked down at where our two bodies were joined together and was astonished to see the entire length of that massive cock buried inside me. Oh my God, I took the whole thing. And it felt fucking wonderful.
Alex sat for a moment, his arms on either side of my shoulders, looking down at me with his cock buried in my pussy. He had a look of intense concentration on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He grunted, and his words came out in a gasp. "You're so fucking tight Laura, it's taking every ounce of my concentration not to blow my load inside your sweet married pussy right now."
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
I lowered my ass slightly and thrust back up causing his cock to pull out and push in. I was rewarded with another tortured groan as he hovered over me, his hard body rippling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. It sent another rush through my body knowing that I had that sort of power over this sculpted god.
"What's the matter?" I asked with a smile and a bite of my lip.
I was rewarded by another groan. It was hard to get leverage, but I moved my ass down as far as I could and then back up again, it was only a few inches but it was enough for him to let out another tortured gasp.
"Laura, you're too fucking much," he said.
"You think this is too much?"